The size of a man’s heart. ~ ~ ~ This is for you. I’m going to do another one too. I decided it would be best. Since sickness has kept you in rest. For you to be so happy. I can only dream after I nappy… Your hair; Blonde as a raven. Made of Real Gold; Which Midas hand never raved in. And NOW!!! I must say… My breath; You have taken away. My lungs; I’ve lost them… they’ve fallen far astray. To embarrass myself, I shall bestow. Upon every moment, even eternity’s frown. Of this Life, or of this Death. Whether bright Light, or this black whole’s path. I have chosen the latter, I have chosen the raven, The prettiest of birds, And most beautifullest of herds, So much So, I make my own words. And I’m not even drunk. My liver is not sunk. I speak the words of a sober king. One who enjoys Hallows Eve. To make a point I shoot through this ring. So NOW you KNOW, that I am NOT naive.